Sherlock x reader: Oneshots

A Spare Pillow

Prepare for exposition!!

 ~Flashback~

Sherlock and John stepped into the bar, the scent of smoke and beer wafted through the air. "Sherlock, what are we doing here?" "We've been working so hard, and I think we've both earned ourselves a drink. Besides, we're going to take a cab home, so there's no need to worry." John rolled his eyes as they both took a seat in a booth. They simply asked for two bottles of beer and the waitress came back to give the drinks. As she was doing so, she looked John in the eyes and a smile grew on her face. "John? John Watson?" John and Sherlock looked up at you with confusion. "Yes?" "It's me! Y/n Watson! Your cousin!!" "Y/n?" John said with a smile. He stood from his seat and gave you a hug. "It's been far too long!" You said. 

You then looked over at Sherlock who looked away bashfully. "Are you Sherlock Holmes?" "Yes, yes I am." "John! You never told me you knew possibly the best detective in all of London!! How do you know each other?" John chuckled at your excitement to meet Sherlock. "It's a long story." "Well, I am all ears if you both want to tell."

~End of Flashback~

You walked up to Sherlock and John's flat with an overnight bag packed, and you knocked on the door. Sherlock opened the door, and you didn't even get a syllable out before he began his deduction. "Ah, y/n. I can see that you are staying here overnight. The bag being obvious and plus you smell as if you haven't showered today. Normally when you shower you smell of lavender and since you don't, you likely plan on using our shower. Plus, your not wearing makeup like you usually do when you come over, likely because you'd have to take it off anyway." You both looked at each other for a few seconds and you spoke. "Are you finished?" "For now, yes." You smiled and stepped inside. 

You set the bag down on the couch and began looking for something in it. John walked in and noticed how you were practically dumping your bag out to find something. "Y/n? Are you looking for something?" "Yes, I thought I packed an extra pillow." "Why would you need an extra pillow?" Sherlock asked with a confused look on his face. "Because I like to hold something when I sleep at night." "I think I have a spare pillow in the closet." John said as he retreated to his room to look. Sherlock looked back at you and smirked evilly. "Sherlock? What are you smirking about?" You said as you looked at him with suspicion. He chuckled darkly. "So you like to cuddle?" "Maybe. Why would you care?" "I just find it interesting is all." You grew confused. Why the heck would Sherlock of all people give a damn if you cuddled with a pillow at night or what? But you didn't get much time to think about it as John came back with a pillow.

~Timeskip~

You always read a book before bed, mainly because it made your brain more tired and sleep became that much better in your opinion. You were reading a book, and you heard some footsteps that snapped you out of your trance. You looked up from your book and saw Sherlock standing in front of you. "Sh-Sherlock? Are you alright? What are you doing up at this hour?" "I would ask you the same thing, but seeing the book in your hand, you likely are reading to help fall asleep faster. But by the slight darkness under your eyes, you are having trouble with that." You sighed, halfly because you were tired, and the other half is because you were too invested in your book to be in the mood for Sherlock's deductions.

"Sherlock, I actually wouldn't mind going to sleep, so whatever you want, please make it quick." You sealed your point with a yawn. Sherlock chuckled and sat next to you. "I wanted to try an... experiment if you will." "Will it keep me up for the rest of the night?" "Not as far as I can see." You sighed. Sherlock may be difficult, but he was far too adorable to simply say no. Hence one of the many reasons you fell in love with him. You cleared your throat and Sherlock spoke in a hushed tone. "I'll need you to relax. You're far too tense for this to work." Confusion danced across your head, but you followed along. You closed your eyes and relaxed your body.

Within a moment, Sherlock locked his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest while he laid back. You froze as Sherlock's scent of coffee and cologne was all you could smell and his soft hands rubbed your waist gently. "Sherlock? Are you sick or something?" "What makes you think I'm sick?" "Because the Sherlock I know would NEVER cuddle with anyone." Sherlock chuckled slightly, and kissed the top of your head. "I may not show to anyone, but I do have feelings. Specifically for you." You looked up at him with utter shock in your eyes. "Really?" You thought Sherlock would say something in response, but he just kissed you on the lips. Sherlock surprisingly kissed you very gently and hesitantly, almost as if he was afraid you'd pull away. But instead, you put your hands on his chest and kissed back. After sometime, Sherlock pulled away. He smiled and kissed your cheek. "I love you, Sherlock. I never took you for a cuddler, though." "Well, I'd like to believe I'm much better than a pillow." You giggled. "Yes, yes you are Sherly." You said as you kissed the tip of his nose. Your favorite detective really was the best cuddler.

The End~!